weight loss, the violent way.

I have found my preferred form of exercise for losing weight – and what do you know, it involves smacking the crap out of something. I’m sure everyone is truly amazed but there you go. 😉

We got a heavy bag along with the assorted ironmongery needed to hang it from the roof of the deck, and a set of gloves. Actually, to be completely accurate, we got two sets of gloves – a big set of 12 oz actual boxing gloves for me, and a small set of baby blue mitts for Jen. She looked at the pink ones, and just couldn’t do it.

My first outing was not great.

Working in IT, I have often felt that I am probably a bit ‘soft’ – I imagine that digging ditches for a living would make you a bit more solid. A few minutes with the heavy bag confirmed that – my wrists felt like I had been run over, my knuckles were all red and inflamed, and if truth be told, the hardest I had hit the bag… well, I would imagine a good number of teenage girls could hit a bag harder than that.

Some more googling revealed that, in all probability, I wasn’t doing it right.

I vaguely remember seeing boxers wrapping their hands in bandages, but hadn’t quite understood why… and now I do! I got myself a set of everlast wraps, followed a good intro online and got myself some wrapped hands. ooooh.

ian's wraps

Whether it’s the effect of the wraps, or a subtle bit of suggestion about yellow spandex… but I suddenly felt that I no longer had soft keyboard user’s hands, but a set of Wolverine claws. I resisted the temptation to punch the wall (much) and slipped on the big gloves.

I guess the fact that my wrapped hands could fit easily into the gloves, which now fitted a lot better, should have given a clue as to what went wrong the first time.. and man, can I hit hard 😀

ian with heavy bag

Since we decided to lose the weight, I have lost over fifty pounds. As the picture shows, I still have a long way to go, but the 20 or so pounds I need to lose to get back into the healthy range will be a bit less challenging when there’s a way to build up a good sweat that’s this damn satisfying 😀

the End of Summer…

And when they say ‘end’, they mean it.

It’s been noticeably colder in the days since the weekend when Alan and Penny flew back. last couple of days it’s been a wall of cloud again – which hasn’t happened for a few weeks… then the weather erupted on us yesterday.

Driving rain, howling winds and bitterly, bitterly cold.

Perth is confusing – it always has been for us. I look at a temperature gauge, and it’s reading 20 degrees, yet I am cold to my marrow, more bitterly cold than I have any recollection of ever being in Scotland.

I can remember back when Jen and I first moved into Windmillhill Street in motherwell – back in 1992!! – we didn’t have any working heating, and the windows were single glazed. At the time, i thought they were the worst windows you could ever have… the temperatures were down in the -5 range, and you could see your breath in the air when you woke up in the morning… and it *still* feels warmer than a 20 degree day here.

I just don’t get it. Perhaps your mind see the brilliant sun and sets some sort of internal expectation, I don’t know..

Just that it’s back to being cold. really cold.

Helen flies out on Friday, and we are seriously looking forward to seeing her – but I am thinking that she won’t get much (if any) use out of the swimming pool. I tried it a couple of days ago, and had to get out because I was shivering so badly.

We are heading up to exmouth for a chunk of the stay though, so that should help a lot – it’s *much* warmer!

Welcome to Australia! Now F*$k off home.

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So we picked up Alan and Penny from the airport. It was great to see our friends again and we had a great time, which we shall blog about in due course….

The first bloggable thing happened less than an hour after they left the airport.

We loaded the suitcases into the back of the ute, and headed back to our place. We made a slight detour to pick up some rolls so we could start them off into the Aussie lifestyle and have a barbeque, with burgers.

As we wander from the carpark towards the bakery, a 4×4 swerves across the carpark towards us, the window rolls down, a head appears closely followed by the high class, typical Aussie welcome of

WHY DONT YOU FUCK OFF HOME!!!

Ian had made the cardinal error of wearing a Scotland Tshirt. That was it. So, roughly 45 minutes in the country, our friends get to experience the great Aussie welcome shouted at us.

Welcome tourists, leave your money in this bucket, then fuck off, we dont want you here.

My Video is here!

What video, you ask?

Why the video that they took in cockpit when I flew in a fighter plane – that’s what.

So, naturally, I chopped a bit out of it (the whole thing is 20 minutes long), added some 80s muzak, and uploaded it to Youtube! enjoy!